How will I know if it's you
if you were sent for me
to claim your prize
your eternal win
Am I your helpmate
your rib, your Eve
How do I know that I am The One
The One you were meant to love
before you relalized what it was?
When you played with toy cars and trucks
and I believed that Barbie was living the life
that all little black girls wanted to live
Did you know that I was out there
searching for you
as you were for me?
As I grow older. I try and figure out
what my type of man is,
the color of his skin
the shape of his face and eyes
his hair
his lips and hands
there is nothing but an outline there
a collage of all the men before
of what I've liked, what made me purr like a kitten
and the neglect which caused venom to seep within me
like rainwater into the ground
While you stayed busy, haphazardly pollinating flowers
too delicate to touch or too high maintenance
needing too much care or perhaps too little
I was waiting in the garden for my caretaker
but he never came, until now
my roots are firmly planted in your earth
you nourish and nurture me
Planting seeds that only you and I
can harvest
Most times, love is too weak a word
to explain this emotion I feel for you
You are my Adam
Promised to you before we were born
You are my love, my lover
my friend, my protector
The Bible says that a woman is not
to look for a man
that she should be still
and he will find her
I praise HIM that you found me
what a funny story this will be
to tell our grandchildren
the day I was linked forever
to My Man
The one who makes my nipples stand firm
without a single touch
the one who makes my love come down
without physically entering me at all
The One
the One
My body craves you as you've said
like blood or water